False alarm. Thought things were becoming better.
I was wrong. Again.
So, ignore the text below.
I'm 19 years old now.
I still have the shadows and nightmares from my past chasing me.
And I still think that opening up and letting people read my poems, to see my feelings, is just another invitation for people to hurt me
But some things have changed in me... For the better.
Through many up's and down's - mainly down's - I think things will go better in the future. I have hope. Let's see where it brings me...
... Oh, one last thing. My poems are depressive. Many of them are from my past. Mhh... Maybe one day I will be able to write happy and cheerful poems. Who knows?